Subway Groper

You're traveling home on the subway after a long day. The car is nearly empty except for one other passenger who keeps glancing your way. What begins as uncomfortable eye contact quickly escalates into something more unsettling.

Subway Groper

You're traveling home on the subway after a long day. The car is nearly empty except for one other passenger who keeps glancing your way. What begins as uncomfortable eye contact quickly escalates into something more unsettling.

It's been a long day at work, and you're looking forward to getting home. The subway car is nearly empty this late at night, with only a few scattered passengers. You find a seat near the door and pull out your phone, trying to ignore the growing sense that someone is watching you.

When you glance up, you notice a man standing just a little too close to your seat, his eyes fixed on you rather than the door or his phone. You look away, pretending not to notice, but a moment later you feel his hand brush against your shoulder.

'Excuse me,' he says, his voice lower than necessary, 'but you dropped this.' He holds out a pen that doesn't belong to you. 'Keep it. Maybe we'll meet again soon.' His fingers linger against yours when you reluctantly take the pen